Seems to me at some point during Holy Week there’s a gray day…

This is the holiest of weeks in the church calendar. The week when we commemorate the great sacrifice of Christ our King. It’s meant to be a week of reflection on that sacrifice and the gift of grace and mercy received as a result of the gift Jesus gave us on Easter Sunday.

Funny Christmas is known for presents but the real gift was given to us at Easter.

Things aren’t great right now. My sister is now on dialysis, facing an uncertain future. My niece is battling fears and sadness of her own, complete with taking her frustrations out on whoever is near. Yesterday, that was me. While I can’t say I enjoyed getting screamed at by my niece, a litany of untrue and mean things, things you don’t really say to an Aunt who has loved you since you were born. I can be thankful for the compassion God gave me in that moment. The ability to see it for what it was, the anguished cries of a scared teenager who was missing her Mama. I can be thankful that God gave me His eyes to see for just long enough that my heart wasn’t hardened. I can be thankful that in those moments as she ranted and raved about nonsensical things He reminded me Sunday is Easter, and in the grand scheme of life, it’s the only thing that matters.

Because of Easter one day, maybe not here, but one day there will be joy unutterable and these things won’t matter.

I love Easter and I love Holy Week, the sacred Triduum and everything that leads up to celebrating the greatest ever given, New Life through Jesus.

Today is a gray day but as they say Sunday is coming …

Praised be Jesus Christ…

Now and Forever

Today…for the only thing that matters…Jesus…I Give Thanks!